Writing through the iciness of lonely abandonment,
always stepping on layers of ice, falling through
and never staying above it's freezing temperatures.
Being mistaken for a dependent being, yet it has
never been so, always the strong, silent person,
writing life away, delving deeply in thoughts every
day.
Perpetrating meanings of life that come into being
when beginning to see visions flying into mind with
a clarity of definition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow what a unique poem